fools for love

ARIES.  bonfires, competitiveness, hand veins, loud laughs, messy hair, sneaking out at 2AM, abandoned beaches, stray dogs, candle lights, body language, creaking floorboards, ouija boards, having no regrets, karaoke nights out.

TAURUS.  house plants, oversized sweaters, soft hands, fuzzy socks, visiting big cities, snoozing your alarm clock, the color yellow, vanilla-scented candles, aloe vera, fruit smoothies, baking cookies, the mom friend, loves the ukulele.

GEMINI.   femme fatale movies, in love with female villains, sharp eyeliner, quick-witted, does things out of spite, do no harm but take no shit, in love with dogs, probably cries during sad movies but won’t admit it, easily excited, ripped jeans.

CANCER.  mermaids, easily infatuated by love, smelling flowers, picnics in open fields, gets sad when thinking about the past, impressed easily, daydreaming in class, plucking fresh fruit, loves fashion, would die for their friends.

LEO.  confident in what they do, kill them with kindness, high ponytails, probably wants to visit Paris once, not afraid to tell the truth, in love with cute animals, the one to lift others up, good at teamwork, the warm feeling of summer, dragons.

VIRGO.  pastel markers, the smell of lavender, has a welcoming vibe around them, actually organised, scrunchies, neat notes, loves going to museums, probably into photography, neutral colors, handwritten letters, stardust.

LIBRA.  soft blankets, cuddling the ones you love, always standing up for your friends, hopeless romantic, can be very distant, can be a little dramatic, pretty hair, dresses nicely, tries to be popular on social media, optimistic, humorous.

SCORPIO.  cottages in the woods, in love with Greek mythology, vintage t-shirts, really emotional, determined, moonlight, pretty handwriting, into the retro aesthetic, rainy days, doesn’t judge people, cats.

SAGITTARIUS.  always ready for an adventure, street smart, wants to travel the world someday, doesn’t easily trust people, alcohol, paintbrushes, can’t sit still, untied shoelaces, tangled up earphones, blasting music at midnight, eye-gazing.

CAPRICORN.  cold aura, coffee is what keeps them going, probably hasn’t slept in two days, actually a big softie, high-waisted jeans, cute pet videos, small apartments, has too many notebooks, often goes to the library, writing essays.

AQUARIUS.  loves to paint and do any kind of art, wants to live at the seaside, knows a lot of random facts, shares food, messy notes, bullshits an entire essay, graffiti, has their own distinct style, wants to live their life like they want to.

PISCES.  old teddy bears, unsent love letters, mom-jeans, loves to sing, feels at home by the ocean, writes poetry, hard-workers, always up for deep conversations, probably did the stupid thing, open curtains, a soft breeze.

a basket of fresh laundry is balanced on one hip,    the rigid grooves of a brass key caught between pearly whites as free hand fumbles in her back pocket for a pack of marlboro whites.  for may, laundry day only ever means two things:  she’ll wear a halter top  &  daisy dukes as the last resort and, if she’s lucky, she’ll see that cute ginger by the soda machine.    “  is there a reason i always see you hanging around?  ”    hazel gaze is set upon him from a few doors down  —  her current and only residence.  since running down from those hills, tail tucked between her legs as she finally left that tin trailer for good, she’s become what the pendejo at the front desk would call the four seasons.  someone who sticks around no matter how the weather changes.  so, she’d know if he were staying here full time.  he’s not.    “  ‘cuz it ain’t exactly the ritz out here, y’know?  ”

she knows his type.    trust-fund, son of a gun, never worked a day in his life and probably never will.  not that that’s necessarily a bad thing  —  especially not for a waitress like may.  she takes things almost painfully slow, fingertips barely trailing along the aluminum length of the countertop as she makes her way to his booth, walking with that slight swing of curved hips, that signature smile cracked across soft features.  it’s all in the game, the only one she’ll ever win.  and a lithe hand tosses chocolate curls behind one shoulder, playful, as the other pulls a small steno pad  &  pencil from the deep pocket of her apron.  her palm is pressed flat against the table, an anchor to steady her as she leans in close.    “  what can i get ya, sugar?  ”    the word drips from full lips like molasses or miel  ;  slow, sensual.  a girl’s gotta get tips somehow.    “  we’ve got café con leche, sweet tea, you name it.  ”